Luyện nghe bài hát Non-Objective Portrait Of Karma

Ignorance is bliss no woman's failed to mention
and surely koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' compelled
for the of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the insight
and finally I'll sleep, sleep through the night.
Bored as fuck on this corner-cover.
study of a in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of language as the plague.
the of persistence condemns.
portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from
"scratch my and I will stab you in yours"
so I chose to live this life alone, the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined ghosts.
just a scratch the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits in the mist
we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard of Congress
deductively speaking, the of progress
maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the display of escape
let the ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. light as a feather, stand back let the starving feast In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.